The colors of life

It was a snowy winter day. Won’t the snow left on the branch of the garden escape from the top of a man standing in the parking lot ?! He shook his head hurriedly, snorting, and ho-he moved on. A few days have passed since then. One day the same thing happened to someone else. But he thought it was a piece of snow that perished. He said, “White is good for your forehead,” and smiled. Well, at least I didn’t go down without explaining myself first.

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As I sat with my pencil in my hand, I wrote 5 numbers on the paper in front of me. Then I put a 0 in front of it. The 5 still stood at 5. Then I put the zero after 5 so it was 50 and it stopped. For some reason, it reminded me of the saying, “Let the end come before me.”

Believe me, there are those who dream of being able to dream in life. Well, at least I didn’t go down without explaining myself first. In the same way, there is no such thing as a quiet life. Remember, even in a childhood world that is considered carefree, we still have a lot of worries that “dragons” and “horned, horrible monsters” are coming.

Man needs patience at every breath. You can always be happy with patience. Of course, spring doesn’t come after spring. But, if spring waits patiently, after three seasons he has his own tail – spring is finally coming, but he is in a hurry and always arrives in a humid summer, not on his own.

We all know that, but let’s say.

Ependi’s son was eating bread along the river when his bread suddenly ran out of water. A baby life if the river stretches its neck. The child, unaware of his appearance, leaned over to his father: “Daddy, Daddy, someone in the river took my bread.” He looked at Ependi and saw his face. Unaware of this, Ependi stretched out his neck and said: “Are you not ashamed to shave your beard and take a child’s bread from his hand like a fist?” … Life is like a river. All the images on the surface of this river are, in fact, our own faces. To put it bluntly, we tell ourselves. If we please him with kindness, with good words, we will have the gift again.

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It is almost impossible to please everyone at once. Even the Sun cannot illuminate the whole world at once.

Translated by:

Oguljahan GELDIMYRADOVA,

TURKMEN STATE INSTITUTE OF CULTURE.

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